Stop mitigating your passions.
Staunch silent screaming
like you staunched
blood and tears.
What you want to scream
needs to be screamed.
LOVE OR HATE OR LUST!
What it is.
That's what it is.
Or something else,
but cease subsisting
so solicitous!
Etiquete means nothing
with passion in you
on you in you.
You submerge it like
skin has no sense.
Pretenders.
That's the end-ers.
Silly spiders
binding up
and winding up
prey
to cool warm blood and
what makes you hot
what makes you live.
what makes you Love!
You must.
You must dance-
scream-and-sing-and-scream
and cccreate.